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Trippie Redd - Mrs Tonya Lyrics

(Banger)
You said what?
I'm honey blonde today
Honey blonde today?
Blonde, honey blonde, uh-huh, like your hair
Haha, tryna be like me?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
No, no, um, what was I gonna say? Let me see that again, Bubby
See what?
What you had?
I got a blunt
You know what they had, they had-
Oh you talkin' 'bout that different shit?

That's Nard, what is that?
Yeah, that's that iron, mom (That's that iron, mom)
I said, I gotta keep it close to me (Yeah), these pussy bitches ghosts to' me (Oh)
Tryna take my life, I'm ten toes down, that's how it's supposed to be
Wanna catch me lackin', hunt me down, that shit won't go for me
Know them shooters always stay around and they gon' blow for me

Wе gon' let it go, shawty, we gon let it blow, shawty
Thеy sick of me, they so sorry, got disbelief, they mind foggy
Niggas know we want some fucking red rum, on a different time, shawty
Is you out your motherfuckin' head, dumb? Or you out your fucking mind shawty?
Heard you with the games, I ain't never had the time, shawty
Ain't never had time for the games, I'm on the grind, baby
What is all these drugs without you, baby? Big Redd, but I'm feelin' real blue
Nah, I ain't none of these fuck niggas, I still love my momma more than I love this money (Huh), ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Oh, oh, oh

My momma with it, nigga, don't play dumb
.223s to the knees, make a bitch nigga kneel (Ah)
Red flag me with the B's, at the hive in the hills
Triple B, big baller, bitch, respect a G
My momma with it, nigga, don't play dumb
.223s to the knees, make a bitch nigga kneel (Ah)
Red flag me with the B's, at the hive in the hills
Triple B, big baller, bitch, respect a G

That's Nard, what is that?
Yeah, that's that iron, mom (That's that iron, mom)
I said, I gotta keep it close to me (Yeah), these pussy bitches ghosts to' me (Oh)
Tryna take my life, I'm ten toes down, that's how it's supposed to be
Wanna catch me lackin', hunt me down, that shit won't go for me
Know them shooters always stay around and they gon' blow for me

(Banger)
Alright, well, alright, I love you
You didn't send me them songs
I'ma send you the damn songs, mom, I love you, haha
Okay, love you too, thanks, Bubby
Alright, bye
Okay, bye
Yeah, you could put that together, fire